01x05 - Tough Choices

[bunniefuu]

What are you looking at?

That. I'm dying to have a smoke.

Got another one?

No, I don't.

But if you talk to your people outside,
I can get some for you.

But then I'll need something from you.

Hey, playboy.

How ya doin'? You like your new friends?

You guys, you like this playboy?

You're lucky you have money.

You made bail. Let's go.

Son of a b*tch…

f*cking must have money.

Hey, come back
and see us sometime, honey.

Share a cell with me.

-Why you let him out?
-You looking at me, f*ck?

See the look on his face?

CIVIL POLICE

Here you go.

DETENTION CENTER

Did you enjoy your five-star hotel?

What is this?

Someone set me up, right?

Yeah,
because you're such a saint.

Who the f*ck called you guys?

I'm here to deliver a warning, Oscar.

You better get out.

These are powerful people.

Your sister's here.

Hey, baby.

I wanna go home.

DESPERATE LIES

Liana.

Because they are my children.
Because they're brothers.

Liana… Liana, what did you do?
This isn't what we agreed to.

-What the hell are we gonna tell everyone?
-Only Sílvia knows.

You wanna keep him, then?

But I don't!

-I can't even stand looking at him.
-Nothing can change how he came along.

Okay?

They're brothers!

What happened to us is extremely rare!
I think it's a blessing in disguise.

No. You can't disguise
that his father is a criminal!

-You could've been Marcos's father!
-No! No, no, no, no, no!

None of this is his fault.

He can be your son, he can be our son.
No one needs to know.

-No, Liana!
-This can work, Tomás.

You had no right to do this to me!
It was your idea!

You should have told me you
changed your mind. He is not my son!

f*ck, Liana!

f*ck!

I took that child to this couple
you found for us.

I will not separate my twins!

I'm their mother!

I don't think I can do it.

I know that you can.

I know that you can.

You have to try.

I know we can do it.

Please try, Tomás.

I know we can do this.

Hey, Mateus.

Are you enjoying your first bath?

Huh? I think you're all clean, buddy.

Hold on. I got you.

There.

Tomás, can you change the water
so Marcos can have a bath, too?

I'll let you do that.

I'm gonna get Mateus dressed. Hm?

All right, buddy.
Let's get some warm clothes on you.

Tomás?

Yes?

I'm really tired.

I'm exhausted.

Marcos is asleep,
but I need you to take over with Mateus.

Sure.

Give him here.

We can't stay here anymore.

We need to go back
to the city so I can get some help.

Well, what do you mean?
I do as much as I can.

When it's Mateus.

You agreed to stay.

You're only here because you
agreed to stay, or you would've left.

My son is here.

Your sons are here.

You need to decide…

if you're in or not.

And then we'll decide
what to tell everyone.

-Hi! We're here!
-Grandma!

-Hi!
-Oh, my darling!

There she is!

-Welcome, Grandpa!
-Two grandsons…

Quiet.

They're finally taking
a nap in the stroller.

-Good to see you.
-I need an explanation!

Why all this mystery?

You two disappear up here,
and surprise us with twins!

-Yeah.
-Somebody's looking a little tired.

-Those boys are not letting you sleep. Hm?
-Sleep? We've forgotten what that is.

-Let me see my grandsons.
-Come and see, Olinda.

Sílvia took them for a walk earlier
so we could have a nap.

-We need naps as much as they do.
-Inácio!

-Hello, sweetheart.
-Hey.

-Help her out, Liana.
-I'll get him for you.

-Oh! Aw, look.
-Oh, my goodness! They're beautiful.

-Marcos is sleeping…
-Come and look.

-Hold on.
-…but Mateus is wide awake.

Oh. Let me see that gorgeous boy.

-And this is Marcos.
-My little darling.

-Aw.
-You're a heavy one.

-Yes.
-If he's not sleeping, he's breastfeeding.

You guys should consider
getting some extra help.

-Nina could be their babysitter.
-Oh?

Who would help me take care of you then?

-Uh, me, of course.
-Ah…

Good answer!

I think someone's ready
to let the nanny go, huh?

-We'll talk about it.
-You have to come see.

Finally!

Liana's going to rest for a bit,

but we are going to need some extra help
with the babies.

I have a question.

Why is one so much bigger than the other?

And Mateus looks exactly like you
when you were a baby, but his brother…

is so different.

And he's so much smaller.

But his weight gain is good.

We went to the pediatrician.
They're doing well.

Over time will they look more alike?

Because right now
they don't even look like brothers.

They're not identical. It's normal.

Fraternal twins are completely different,
dad.

Sílvia?

How did you not know there were two?

I did know.

So why all of these secrets?

It was our choice.

You know, the boys
were developing a little differently,

and we wanted to make sure that
everything was going to be okay,

and Tomás was afraid that
if something happened to Marcos

it would be harder on Liana.

And so… I respected my patient's decision.

Right. It did seem like the
right decision for us at the time.

I thought
you were only expecting one.

Wasn't that risky, the two of you
alone in the big country house?

It all worked out.

And I got the natural birth I wanted.

-You're a grandma!
-Yes, I am!

-Twice over.
-Unbelievable.

That b*stard's club was full of drugs,
and he's already out. What a joke.

Look at that.

Oscar!

Oscar got out.

Well, that's good news.

Now he can come over and meet the boys.

Don't start that with me.

What am I starting?

And Débora? She'll be godmother?

You always said so.

They could be godparents together.
Why not? Lucas would be delighted.

Lucas isn't here to let us
know what he thinks, is he, Mom?

I've already explained to you
that Oscar is worthless. A pig.

Why didn't you tell me you were
worried about one of the babies?

-We tell each other everything.
-It was overwhelming, I'm sorry.

You poor thing.

-When do I get to meet them?
-Soon.

I'll let you know.

How about today?

Uh…

We're both so exhausted.
And the house is a mess.

We're trying to adjust
to the boys' different schedules.

I'm having trouble breastfeeding Marcos,

-and he's got a weak muscle tone, so--
-I get it, Liana. Not today.

THE BABY'S BODY

Hey.

You gotta read this. This book
is full of tips for nursing mothers.

-You don't need it for work?
-No. Not for a little while.

Oscar got out.

He'll be going to court
to plead his case soon,

and if he wins, he'll ask
for permission to leave the country.

He wants to go to Buenos Aires.

I can't believe that someone
scared him off so bad he's leaving.

-You're going with him?
-Yeah.

Just to help him move and get settled.

-That's good.
-I think so.

And hopefully he'll behave over there.

Miracles do happen.

Is this how it's gonna be from now on?

You've completely shut me out.

True.

Because of your brother.

That's not fair.

I know I should be tougher on him,
but what am I supposed to do? He's family.

You should understand that!

If it were Lucas getting in trouble,
you'd--

No. Don't compare him to Lucas.

-You know what your brother did to me.
-What I know…

is there's your version of that night,
and his version that night.

And me in the middle!

I think it's possible that you remember
one thing, and my brother--

Let's stop it right there!

Before it's too late.

If I make that trip, when I get back,
you will let me see those boys.

-Débora…
-Hm?

One day, you'll understand.

Do you need all of these?

No. Do whatever
the hell you want with them.

Donate 'em or toss 'em.

I already asked Rosa to clean out
Dad's storage room for you.

I f*cked it up.

And you will bounce back.

Will I?

Did you tell Liana I'm leaving?

Of course.

She thinks it's good.

Yeah. Sure.

She hates me.

She hates you,
but I'm the one who suffers.

I haven't even met the twins yet.

What? She had twins?

It was a surprise.

They hid it from the family.

The woman's nuts. She's crazy.

Please.

She won't give you the time of day.
I don't know how you can stand it.

Let's go.

Argentina?

They're leaving this week.

Well, for all I care, he could
fall off the face of the planet.

If it means we never meet again.

Let's just live our lives
as if he never existed.

We will be happy, won't we?

Yes.

Very.

I love you.

I love you more.

All I want now is peace.

Peace to enjoy you and…

Mateus.

-And Marcos.
-Hm.

Mm. Who's going? Is it my turn?

Daddy's taking this one.

Hi, gorgeous.

I bought us a little something.

-Yeah, sorry.
-He just went down.

I'll be quiet.

Hold on.

Wait till you see this.

-A present?
-Yeah.

-What did Daddy bring us, huh?
-Here we go.

-So cute!
-You know what this is?

It's his very first…

-My god!
-Future cyclist jersey.

-Oh! They're adorable. [laughing[
-Look at 'em.

PIVO NIGHTCLUB CASE IS CLOSED.
OWNER ACQUITTED BY THE COURTS.

No? You don't want your cr*cker?

-Here you are, Ms. Liana.
-How about I help you?

Thank you, Nina.

-You're welcome.
-What is it? You finished already?

I'll give him water. Don't cry.

I'm gonna get you!

Who's in here?

-Oh, goodness! 'Recognize this?
-A cat.

Yes! That's right.

BEE - FOX - CAT

Me too.

You're both right.

Bam! Pow! Geez-Louise,
you boys are strong.

Mateus and Marcos
get along so well.

He protects his brother. It's so cute.

-Yeah.
-That's how I was with Oscar.

I still am, I guess.

I don't know, it's like,
ever since we lost our mother,

I feel like I'm responsible
for what happens to him.

And I've realized
it's always been that way.

Since day one.

Anyway, what's important is
he's doing well in Buenos Aires.

Good.

I have to go.

I'm so lucky the boys
can spend time with you.

I am in love with those
beautiful little creatures.

They're so delicious.

You know I love our time together.

And it's the closest I'll ever
get to having a nephew of my own.

I mean, I can't imagine Oscar having kids.

Anyway, I do think of them as my nephews.

-Yeah.
-I love them.

What did you do?
Who threw that on the floor?

-Me.
-Me.

Which one of you?

-Me!
-Me!

Ah! You both did?

You're not gonna talk?

Then you have to clean
everything up right this second!

Let's go!

Dad!

Hey, Mateus! Run fast!

Rah! Have you been eating rocks?
Mwah.

Hi, Marcos.

Hi, sweetheart.

-Hi, honey.
-How'd it go?

They were great.

-They worked hard.
-Excellent.

I parked around the corner. You ready?

Let's get you home.
Hold your brother's hand.

We need to cross the street. Ready?
Watch for cars.

You have fun?

-You have the oil?
-Right here.

Thanks.

I got it.

Don't put too much.

I'll hand you the eggs.

-Here.
-Got it.

-Here you are.
-Thank you.

Everything looks so nice.

-Right here, Inácio.
-I made your favorite omelet.

I love this guy.

I'm pouring you some red wine.

-Thanks, Vicente.
-The glass is at one o'clock. Okay?

Now, for the lady.

Well, don't mind if I do.

Thanks.

-This looks so good.
-They're perfectly cooked.

-I think these omelets deserve a toast.
-I'll drink to that.

-Cheers, my darlings.
-To omelets!

Come on, Mateus!

-Through the tunnel.
-Woo-hoo!

-Go, Marcos! Go, Mateus!
-We're gonna race!

-I bet I beat you back to Mom and Dad.
-Go! Hit it!

-Go, Mateus!
-Can't catch me!

-Peddle, Mateus!
-I'm too fast!

Push, push, push! Let's go! Go, Mateus!

Yeah! A come-from-behind win!

Oh, Marcos.
I can't believe how fast you are.

You have to get stronger.

When you're stronger you can
pedal harder and beat your brother.

-Come on. Let's go over there.
-Sure.

Why does he need to beat his brother?

A little competition's good for them.

You're just irritated that Marcos won.

-Nah. Don't overthink it.
-Don't play innocent.

You don't like the fact that
they're each other's best friend.

You don't. You're trying to
get them to be rivals. What for?

Marcos, look out!
Where're you going?

Marcos?

-Marcos!
-Hey!

-No, no, no, no, no!
-Stop!

-No, no, no, no, no!
-Marcos! Stop, stop, stop!

Mateus, stay right there!

Slow, slow, slow! Stay there!

Slow down, you as*h*le!

Are you all right, honey? Huh?

Come on, let's get off the road.

Have you lost your mind?

-Huh, Marcos, have you lost your mind?
-Come on.

You could've died and Mateus, too!

What's wrong with you?

It's all right. Does it hurt?

You're lucky you didn't follow this idiot!

-Your arm?
-He'll get you k*lled!

-Deep breaths.
-Come on.

I tried to jump the curb.
I thought I could do it.

How the hell am I supposed to react?

You want me to pretend
like it was nothing?

When Marcos almost gets himself k*lled,
and I have to keep Mateus from following?

He didn't do it on purpose!

And Mateus didn't go!

Only because I got
in front of the car first.

I'm sorry, but there's
something wrong with that boy.

That boy is your son!

Yeah, well, Marcos just makes me nervous!

He doesn't think, he doesn't listen.
I'm afraid what he might do.

I'm starting to wonder if he should
even be around Mateus.

You're forgetting he's just a child!
You're being cruel!

So why does he put himself
in those situations?

Because he wants your attention!

He wants to win your love
because your rejection hurts.

Tomás… Tomás, he is hurt.

You need to stop
treating them so differently.

Don't start! We've been through this!

It's all in your head!
I've never treated them differently!

Yes, you have! You always favor Mateus!

Because he and I are more alike. Right?

There's more of a bond?
With fathers and sons.

Isn't that right?

Huh? I'm closer to my real son.

And the older Marcos gets,
the more he looks like Oscar.

No.

That boy is your son.

The son you raised, Tomás.

Who notices how distant you are.

Who's looking for your love and approval.

You wanna know what I was
thinking after the accident?

What my first thought was?

That if I had lost Mateus

because of Marcos,

then I would have lost my son
because of someone else's.

How the f*ck can you think that?

I need a shower.

And maybe when I'm done
you can answer my question.

As to why is Marcos so f*cking different
from me when I raised them both the same?

I can answer that right now.

You have been obsessed with
finding differences since the beginning.

You're so focused on his flaws
that you don't notice the good things.

You need to start valuing
what's most important.

Those boys love each other.

Hello?

Not yet, sir.

Mom? Oh my God!

-Are you all right? What happened?
-I'm fine. Everything's all right.

I was lying on the sofa
looking at pictures of Lucas,

and then I guess I dozed off.

And suddenly, the kitchen was on fire.

We could've lost you.

Ms. Norma, your blood pressure's fine.
You're good.

-Thank you. I'm all right.
-You're lucky, Mom!

-It's got nothing to do with luck.
-You're lucky that smoke didn't k*ll you.

It's my guardian angel.
It was your brother's voice.

Not dumb luck. Thank you.

-You're welcome.
-Lucas saved you?

Yes. I put the kettle on…

and then I dozed off.

I heard his voice. "Mom! Mom!"
I felt his presence.

Here we are.

-How are you, Ms. Norma?
-Oh, fine. I guess.

Hi, Norma! Hi, honey.

Quite a scare, huh?

She left something on the stove.
Luckily, the firemen got there fast.

-I didn't want to come here.
-You don't have a choice.

-Since your kitchen is destroyed.
-Hmpf.

I'm going to tell you a secret, Norma.

When your daughter gets something in
her head, no one can change her mind.

-Have you never thought of leaving her?
-That goes outside.

If I hadn't stuck around,

my dream of living with you
would never have come true.

Well, I've never dreamed
of living in your spare room.

-We'll fix it up for you.
-Oh. Fix it up.

I want you to feel right at home, Mom.

We brought your pictures
and some of Lucas' things.

You know, I get worried
about these parties he plays.

Uh, the other day, he was really hungover.

Do you think he's tried pot?

Have you forgotten your youth?

Come on. Inácio is a grown man, Sílvia.

It's hard for me not to worry about him.

And when are you going
to understand that your son

wants to live a normal life
with all that entails?

He… wants to make mistakes,
like everyone else, honey.

Inácio wants a full life.

And you should try to do the same.

Live your life a little more fully,
to better understand his desires.

-And it could help us, too.
-It could help us how?

-Is there something I don't know?
-No. I adore you.

-And I'm very happy with us.
-Good.

Have you thought about Paris?

-It would only be three weeks.
-Hm.

First you join me
for the conference in Paris,

then we eat and drink our way
through the south of France.

It sounds delightful.

But I don't feel right leaving
Inácio for so long, you know?

I'd be over there worrying about what's
going on over here, and we'd be miserable.

I know myself.
And you know it too. So don't push it.

I'm not pushing, Sílvia. I'm inviting.

Like I've done every year for ten years.

I want to live together, travel together.

But you never take me seriously.

-What?
-It's true.

It's actually because I take us
so seriously that I don't

-want to get married or live together.
-Mm-hm.

I don't want to ruin what we have or…
or everything we've built.

If we move in together, then the
routine of everyday life will mess it up.

-How long are you going to stay with us?
-Do you think you'll stay here forever?

Ah!

You'd get sick of listening
to my stories before that.

No, we won't.
Tell us more about Uncle Lucas.

Uncle Lucas was a soccer superstar.
So good!

-He would have played for a great club.
-Do you think he's watching us now?

He's always watching over us.

-Ooh!
-Knock it off.

Who's this in the picture?

Ah, that's Oscar.

He and your uncle were inseparable.

They did everything together,
and were an incredible duo.

They were a lot like you two. Very close.

-So they were best friends.
-Yeah! Just like us!

Uh. So, Liana!

Mateus is the spitting image of Tomás.

But who does Marcos look like?

He looks like my grandfather.

His great-grandfather.

I don't see it. Not at all.

I'll figure it out.

Can I see the picture?

This one was
at the Fronteira Championship.

Are the trophies 'cause they won?

Of course. They always won!

Mm. That's cool.

It's good for them to do sports.
These boys need exercise.

Exactly. So why haven't you
put them in soccer?

I think they're busy enough without adding
more organized sports to their schedule.

And Mateus loves cycling,
so I think we're good.

I like cycling too, Dad.

Yeah, but you like soccer better.

You wanna wait for me by the pool?

No, no.
I want to go in with the boys.

Lucas was happiest in here.
Come, my loves. You'll love it too.

Pass the ball!

Let's go. Your shoes fit, right?

-Mine are perfect.
-Check the laces. Are they tied?

-They're good.
-Let me see. Let me see. Go, go, go!

-Thanks, Grandma!
-Go have fun! Whoo-hoo-hoo.

Keep your feet moving.
Watch the ball!

Excellent!

That's it. Touch and go. Touch and go.

Warming up.

Liana?

Ricardo?

-My God!
-I don't believe it!

What a nice surprise
to see you here again!

-You haven't changed! Not at all!
-Oh, you're sweet.

-What are you up to?
-I'm teaching and coaching at the school.

-You mean this one?
-Yeah! I'm head coach of Fronteira.

I've brought
my boys to give it a try.

-Those two are yours?
-It's their first day.

-I had no idea, Liana.
-They're mine.

Ah, that's great!

-Do you remember my cousin? Cláudia?
-Oh boy…

-Hi.
-I think you used to go biking together.

I rode more often with Tomás.
How are you, Liana?

Good, thanks.

She just actually moved back to Rio
not that long ago,

mostly 'cause I was in over my head.

Yeah. Those boys have a lot of energy.
Ricardo couldn't keep up.

I'm getting old, huh?

So, those are your twins?
They're gorgeous.

-Let's go, Mateus!
-Beautiful pass.

-Go, go, go, go!
-Yes!

-We'll see if they're any good.
-They're naturals. Just look!

They're good!

Receive the ball,
then dribble and sh**t!

-Nice one!
-They're both doing well.

Go, Marcos!
Don't get in too close!

-Ah!
-That's it. Good job.

Ah…
I told you! They take after Lucas!

Lucas was a special one.

They already have their own style.
Especially Marcos.

He's a little more flashy.

Now the direct object
does not take a preposition.

While the…

Oh.

Ugh. I'm getting all of
my words confused, um…

-Indirect object?
-Thank you.

If I say, "I sh**t the ball."
Then the ball is the direct object.

If I pass Marcos the ball,
then he's the indirect object.

You're smarter than I am now.

-You rule in homework. I rule at soccer.
-Ah!

Always with the teasing.

-Hi, Nina.
-Hello.

-Hey, fellas.
-Hi, Dad.

Hey! Hi. Hi.

-How was your day?
-Good.

-Sweetheart.
-Hi, honey.

-Oh, and how'd the soccer thing go?
-Super fun.

-We're gonna play together.
-Yeah.

Cláudia said we were awesome today.

Good to hear. And, uh, who's Cláudia?

You still have
a bit of homework, boys.

-Come and finish this.
-Cláudia is Ricardo's cousin.

She came back to help him with the school.

What a coincidence.

Liana…

That's it, sweetheart.

I don't know about this.

It was a long time ago,
and I never heard from her again.

What about you?

No, but I think it'd be better
if we found another club anyway.

Grandma?

-Yes?
-Watch my lefty shot.

You know what?
Your brother kicks just like Oscar.

What was that, Norma?

Marcos…

The way he kicks is like Oscar,
Lucas' best friend.

Oh, Norma.

You know Lucas left us.

And he died because of his friend Oscar,

who is a delinquent.

All right. You boys need a shower.
First one there gets a special treat.

You can't talk to my mother like that.

It was spiteful and mean,
and now she's completely undone.

And you think I'm not?

It's not easy living with her when
she brings up your brother over and over,

and now his friend?

f*cking Oscar.

I know but she's just
in shock from the fire, Tomás.

Yeah. Well, she should be
in an old folks' home.

I can't believe you just said that.

I know she's difficult,
but the boys love having her.

So you just need to be patient.

Damn it, Marcos! Give me that.

Give me the damn ball!
Are you trying to destroy the house?

-Are you some kind of delinquent?
-Calm down! Daddy's just stressed, honey.

I've told you not to kick
that thing around in the house.

You are the one and only person

on the face of the Earth who finds
excuses for not getting engaged in Paris.

What is this? Fear of happiness?

-What's wrong?
-No.

In a sense.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

I'm not sure I really understand.

I mean, Vicente and I are always together,
we see each other all the time.

So why change?

What do we gain from marrying each other?

Anyway, I want to hear about you.
What's new?

-I'm good.
-Yeah?

Tomás is really on edge.

He's worse than he's ever been.

And as Marcos is getting older…

his face and…

mannerisms are
really starting to remind us…

-of you know.
-No, Liana, forget that scumbag.

How am I supposed to?

You're right. I apologize.

But the way my brother's acted.
How selfish.

At some point he needs to realize

that the one who had
the traumatic experience was you.

Yeah.

There's not a day that goes by that
I don't feel guilty for rejecting Marcos.

You shouldn't.

You survived an act of extreme violence.
It's shocking.

But I still do.

You know…

I'm so lucky to have both
my boys, and I love them so much.

Equally and for who they are.

Which is Tomás's big failing.

Tomás has treated Marcos differently
since day one.

And that's what creates these crises.

And bringing my mom to live with
us really isn't helping things.

You know, the older I get,

the more I think
that when life gives us a big crisis,

it's because something needs to change.

Hmm.

I think
we can finally hit the road.

-Let's go.
-Look at this, Liana.

I can't believe it.

An interview with Oscar!

He's in Buenos Aires, but he
hasn't changed a bit! Look at him!

Not right now, Mom.

Oscar reminds me of someone.

I can't remember who.

You know who it is.
And now I'm starting to think she knows.

You need to relax,
and forget about my mom for a while.

Do it for us.

She doesn't know anything.

It's driving me nuts.

-I know. I know.
-Yeah. Yeah.

Do you regret staying with me now?

-Hm.
-Hm?

Is all this baggage
too heavy for you to carry?

I actually think the real question
is whether I'm not…

too heavy for you.

-First one to the waterfall!
-Slow down, Marcos!

I don't want you guys
in the waterfall till I get there.

-Aww, Dad, why not?
-Yeah, we'll stay in the shallow.

-Yeah.
-No, you wait like I told you.

I'm taking care
of your plants, Liana. Don't worry.

Thanks, Mom. You just
make yourself at home, okay?

And you two relax.

-Your husband needs to wind down.
-
I know.

We came up here to get away a little
and have time to talk, decompress.

Don't you worry about us.

Oh! Did you see? In your tote bag?

I put in the magazine
with the article about Oscar.

Where are you going, Marcos?

He's gonna hear.

I'll be quick. I won't go far.

He said not to go in unless he was here.

Quiet!

Let's see what your mom packed for us.

Marcos, come back!
That's too far.

Marcos! Come back!

… DRINKS AND NIGHTLIFE IN BUENOS AIRES

Marcos!
Dad told us not to go in. Come on!

Marcos?

Come back, Marcos! Don't do it.

I also have something else to add.
Maybe my luck will run out sometime.

But until then, my father will continue
to pay your father very, very well.

Dad!

Dad, Marcos is drowning!

Dad, help!

Dad! He's drowning! Help me get him out!

He can't get out!

Dad! Hurry!